This is a song about "Promoting violence"

She likes the way it hits her lips

And my condition to start violence

Weed smoke, booze and violence

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

When i burn these emcees, i'm told to stop the violence,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Let's enjoy our younger years

And violence towards others

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Promoting honor or brawn before his thong is straddled